The Outlaws of Genopia

Chapter 1: Psycho for Hire

*Two weeks, two days, eight hours, forty-five minutes, and thirty-three seconds*

Havic smirked as he looked at the man before him, his name was Terry Davis. He 5’8”, he had a slim but solid build. He was dressed in a black long leather faux hooded coat that came down to the middle of his thigh. The inside of the jacket was a dark blue along with parts of the sleeve that reached half way up his forearms. Underneath it he was wearing a black v-neck that had gray horizontal stripes. His pants were black and had a light fade on them that went over black air sneakers that came past his ankles. The laces were braided around the back, wrapped around his shins, and tied around the back. The soles were brown which made his appearance a bit strange. Around his waist was a black leather belt that held multiple knives. His skin was a charcoal gray, this would have been strange for a human but not for a dark elf. His eyes were a bright candy apple red while his hair was cotton white; and braided into a single braid. It wrapped around the back of his neck and rested on his chest; a few inches past his collarbone. He was a well known smuggler that could get you anything you wanted for the right price. The two were standing on the eastern docks of Genopia’s docks. 

The area was barren and empty, many of the buildings were hardly used, and the marina itself only held five boats. In its prime it used to be overflowing with ships, but now it seemed as if no one wanted to come to the forsaken place. This made it easier for Terry to get his merchandise in and out without many problems.

“So, you have a job for me,” Havic asked as he stood in front of Terry. The elf looked over Havic’s shoulder and around ready for anyone to jump out. Despite knowing Havic for two years he still found himself on edge whenever he was around him. This just made things fun for Havic since he loved to make people feel uneasy. It just made it easier for him to take down his enemies, and it made it easier to act in whichever way as possible.

“I do so pay attention, you have a short attention span, and I’m not repeating myself.” The moment Terry said this Havic blinked. Terry sighed, “Do I have to spell it out in crayon for you?” The moment Terry asked this Havic reached into his jacket pocket. Immediately Terry drew a knife ready to defend himself, but froze, and stared in disbelief. In Havic’s hands was a small box of crayons, why he had them Terry didn’t know.

“You did offer or were you being a hypochondriac again,” Havic ask as he casually tossed the crayons. Terry glared at Havic and began to rethink his choices, but he had his reasons for choosing Havic. The kid may have been insane but he was a survivor. Give him a task and he’d get it done, granted it would be done in a very unorthodox way, and would most likely be seen on the news. 

“Ever hear of a man called Takeda Yowlen?” The moment Terry said the name Havic twitched slightly. This told him that he did know Takeda but Terry didn’t find it wise to ask how. “He’s your target,” Terry continued, breaking the uneasy silence. “The bastard got his hands on an ancient book of spells. With it he plans to kill any and all lawless figures.”

“How can one man kill that many people? I’m going to assume that it’ll get explained to us a few chapters later.” Terry c****d his head to the left confused as he eyed Havic. He knew the boy had a broken mind but he wasn’t sure how broken.

“Here,” Terry reached into his jacket and pulled out a small envelope. “I wrote down the basics, his location, the time, and day he’ll be giving his speech.” Terry explained as he handed Havic the small envelope. 

“Speech?” This time it was Havic’s turn to be confused. “Did he win some kind of award or something?” Usually Havic kept up with current events in Genopia but lately he has been distracted. He was on bad terms with a close person. They agreed on giving each other space but Havic couldn’t help but regret his choices. 

“He’s been moved up to the rank of commissioner since the last one was killed. ” Terry shoved his hands into his pockets and turned to his right. He looked out at the city of Genopia and sighed deeply. He knew what he did wasn’t legal nor did it help anyone. However it was the only thing he knew how to do since his earlier years. Besides a normal life seemed like a dream to him, he knew eventually his past would kill anything normal.

“Earth to Terry,” Havic called out shaking Terry from his thoughts. Havic tossed him a small roll of money which he caught with ease. “Don’t die, you keep things interesting.” Havic said while giving a devious smile.

“Then don’t die either, your one of my best clients.” Terry replied, returning the smile. With that Havic left the area. He had parked his vehicle, it was a 1967 Pontiac Firebird that he had gotten when he was a part of Nova, an old private military company. After fixing it, painting it black, Havic had his good friend Cooper trick it out. It had a 900 ho supercharged lsa v8 engine, bullet proof windows, and well; you get the idea. After hopping into his car(literally); Havic opened the envelope and began to read what he had been given. “Seems Takeda wants to make his speech in Genopia’s central park, tomorrow at 12:00pm ” Havic started his car and sped away.

Genopia’s central park sounded like a good place but after so many years it too had died. Havic stood in the parking lot checking his weapons and making sure he was ready to engage his target. Holstered in Havic’s jacket were dual black hawk ruger revolvers. Both had match grade triggers, compensators on the ends of the barrels, and stippled grip tape on the rear grip. Both were equipped with reflex sights, the barrels were breacher barrels. Both cinders that housed the bullets opened from the side. To most it would be an impossible task to reload both weapons while taking fire from enemies. However for Havic Pierce it was just like breathing; he was Genopia’s greatest gunslinger to ever live.

Havic looked at the small stage that had been built and used by many performers in the past. It had seen so many people yet no one has yet to die on it. Havic smirked sadistically to himself, he would change that by tomorrow. Havic bought a room at a nearby motel and went over the information a few times before tearing and burning the information. After doing so Havic pulled out his phone, looked through his contacts, went to press call but hesitated. “I’m sorry Sil I…” Havic clicked his phone off and laid down. It took a bit of time but Havic eventually dozed off and fell asleep. When he did he found himself in his old memories reliving moments in his life. 

*Flashback*

Havic found himself back in the desert of South Kilos; where Nova’s main headquarters was located before it was destroyed. Despite being in literally the middle of nowhere the base was quite small above but underneath it was quite massive. Above ground the compound consisted of a small airport, a runway, and a large hangar. The perimeter was surrounded by six well hidden sentry guns, three on each side, but one out of each three housed homing missiles. Inside the hangar was a hidden entrance that only Nova soldiers could unlock. Once the door was opened you would have to go down a small flight of stairs, where you'd find two metal double doors. If the pin isn’t entered correctly then a defense system will activate and send the entire base into red alert. Past the doors was a room the size of a living room, inside the room was three doors, one that led to the medical bay, another led to the mess hall, and the last led to the training room; which connected to the briefing room. Havic was lounging in the mess hall while Eric and Silva were sitting at one of the many tables. The back of the room was where the kitchen was, along with a small counter where the food was distributed. The rest of the room had a multitude of tables that had benches for chairs. 

Havic and Silva were sixteen at this time while Eric was seventeen. Havic’s hair was a bit shorter at the time and he didn’t have his dagger either. Instead he only had his treasured revolvers Pandora and Calypso. Eric sat across from the two but it didn’t take long for him to finish his food, leaving Silva and Havic. 

Silva was 5’5”, she had the body of a model, seductive, and beautiful. This didn’t mean she was weak nor helpless. Her hair was silver-ish and reached down to the tops of her shoulders, her bangs covered her right eye. Her left eye was a deep crimson red that Havic found mesmerizing; this was due to her vampiric nature though. Her skin was inhumanly pale but the same could be said for Eric. Silva was dressed in black skinny jeans that were tucked into black combat boots. She wore an ash gray tank top under a blood red jacket that came down to her hips; a gift from her foster family. Holstered on her left thigh was a silver sr ruger 1911 it had a burner attached to the barrel, a mini g.i. reflex sight, a .45 match grade slide, and lightweight trigger. Strapped across her regular belt was her sword belt that held a 19 century silver rapier.

“Why does he creep me out?” Silva asked after Eric was no longer in the mess hall. Havic chuckled as he tilted his head up to look at her. Silva was already looking down at him with an adorable/innocent look. “I don’t mean to be rude but he’s like…” Havic grabbed her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“My brother’s a scary shadow we get it,” Silva smiled as she gazed into Havic’s eyes. “He’s been like that since we were growing up as children.” Havic explained but immediately why he explained this. For a moment nothing else mattered but Silva and her company. Havic loved these small moments and always wished they’d last forever.

“Are you still going to take me out tomorrow night?” Silva asked, blinking her eyes cutely. Havic’s brain felt static all he could think about was taking Silva out and showing her the night of her life. Havic blinked causing Silva to giggle. “Need a moment?”

“When I’m with you I need more than just a meer moment,” Havic winked causing Silva to lightly blush. Once again it felt like the single moment would last forever until Eric cleared his throat. The two jumped and began to blush madly. Eric stood with his arms crossed briefly before picking up his journal.

“I’d say I’m sorry but this scary shadow has things to do.” Eric said, causing the two to awkwardly glance at him. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to ruin the moment for the two of you.” With that Eric walked away and exited the mess hall once again after retrieving his journal/book.

Just as this happened Havic’s alarm went off causing him to return back to gloomy reality. Havic checked the time and found he was running late, this caused him to shoot to his feet, throw on his boots, and jacket. Havic rushed out the door and stopped at the back of the crowd that had massed in front of the stage. Standing behind a podium, Takeda Yowlen, he was 6’0”, and was very muscular. He wore a black trench coat (not leather) over black kevlar pants, each pant leg tucked into his shiny steel-toed combat boots. Clipped around his waist was a black leather belt that held extra ammunition clips on his left hip and his shock baton on his right. Strapped to his left thigh was a holster that held a desert eagle handgun. His long-sleeve navy blue shirt was tucked into his pants, the GCPD insignia was visible on the left side of his upper chest. His black hair was slick back giving him more of an ss nazi look than an cop one.

“s**t guess I’m  winging this,” Immediately Havic drew one of his revolvers and fired two rounds at Takeda. However he wasn’t the only one who had shot his weapon at that moment either. Havic glanced to his left and found a figure standing on the motel he was recently at. While another was in one of the nearby trees. 

“Well this s**t took a left turn…” Havic looked back at the stage and found Takeda running away, the crowd was in chaos, and Havic was pissed that all he did was garze Takeda. “Damn should have gotten closer.” Havic growled annoyed at himself.

*Present*

“So that’s when you met Reaper and Kashi, correct?” Night asked as she gave a long yawn. Havic nodded. “Why didn’t you get closer anyway? With your kind of weapon you could have fatally wounded him.” This may have been true but Havic had a pretty good excuse for doing what he did.

“Easy, if I had gotten closer then I would have been shot and I wasn’t exactly up for eating bullets for breakfast.” Night nodded then looked at the glass for further orders. E clicked the button and ordered for Havic to be put back in the lobby with the others. As Havic was leaving the room he called out, “Does this mean I can have my weapons back?”

“Alright sir who do we send in next?” E looked through the different files and stopped at the one that was just mentioned. “Send in Kashi Marlikalve.” As ordered a female elf walked into the interrogation room, unlike Havic she wasn’t handcuffed. She was 6’0”, fair tan skin, with an athletic body, almost like a track runner/parkourest, and was nineteen. She had long white hair that was in drieds then braided down her back in an elvish/tribalistic way. She had intense sea green eyes, teal markings under, and around her eyes. She wore olive drab green tights that were ripped along her thighs and shins; over these she wore black shorts that stopped at the tops of her knees. Her torso was covered by a cropped top that matched her tights, and a black overcoat that came down to the tops of her knees. Wrapped around her waist was a brown leather belt that held multiple snipers rounds/clips. Each of her hands were covered by brown fingerless gloves that were a bit worn. 

Night eyed the elf that stood before her and smirked approvingly. “So you're the elf gone rogue.” Kashi sat down and eyed the shade that sat across from her. “I have to say you're as intimidating as the story's  say you are.”

“I know that maybe a compliment but even I know glorifying death isn’t right.” Night shrugged which only annoyed Kashi more. “So where did that annoying psychopath leave off? I just want to tell my part and leave.” Night nodded, then gave Kashi a small summary of what Havic had told her. “So, we’re at the part where we had to track Takeda down.”  Night shrugged as she switched to a new and fresh recording tape.